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Those nights spinning out of my head, sinking into the sofa.
Broken glass in my palms. Bleeding dry the funniest thing ever.
Old dogs laughing and snarling on a waterbed floor, mocking the moon for daring to show its face.
All nausea and wreckage and vomit and ugly cruelty.
The only problem in the world an empty bottle.
Those were the best days of my life.
Yeah.
Those were the best days of my life.
I got nothing to hide. Ready to face the music.
I can see myself for what I am.
But you? A cowardly, selfish ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ and you can’t even see it.
I should’ve been able to protect the kid.
If I could have done one thing right, I wish it had been to give him one small chance off this ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ rock.
...
♥♥♥♥ you.